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The Entrapment of Susan Andrews
A Headteachers Story
As narrated to MasterofM
Part One: Trapped!
The young student had been given more warnings than were strictly permissible, still though he continued displaying resentful hostility toward me and members of my staff until, during one meeting in my office when the boy had sworn at me personally I finally decided enough was enough.
The meeting of senior teaching staff chaired by myself reluctantly decided his fate and so, after calling the boy into my office I had excluded fifteen year old Jason Roberts from the school for as long as it took for him to learn to behave, to be a better student, citing his repeated truancy, his total lack of respect for the school staff and in particular his lack of respect for my authority and for my position of head teacher.
Of course Jason had not taken it well, most certainly I had not expected him to, no excluded pupil ever did but after I had given him the standard letter to take home to his parents Jason had unexpectedly tore it up before scattering the torn paper over my desk, but It was what he said to me afterward that shook me to the core.
‘You stupid bitch’, Jason had snarled. ‘You think you can just fucking well exclude me and that is the end of it? Well you think on Mrs. Fucking big tits Andrews, oh yeh, everybody talks about your big tits Mrs. Andrews, with those bazookas every boy in the school would fuck you if they could, as well as some of the girls; well you will be begging ME to fuck you when your arse and those big tits are being whipped to pieces and when I squeeze those big nipples until they almost come off those tits you’ll be begging me to let you suck my cock and come all over your face!.’
For a split second I almost lost both my temper and composure as I felt my face reddening to his vile and insulting threats. Jason’s nauseating words were like none I had ever heard and most certainly not from a fifteen year old, Disgusting insulting words I never thought I would hear from one as young and immature as Jason Roberts.
Eventually, after managing to gather my composure I looked into Jason’s reddened angry face.
I was cursing myself my not having my assistant head sat in on the meeting and trembling both with my own disgust, rage and no little fear; I was, after all, sat at my desk and alone in my office after most of my staff had left for the day, facing a raging youth with only the width of my desk separating us.
But I am the Head teacher, to show weakness now and call for help would be tantamount to admitting to my more ambitious male colleagues that I wasn’t up to the task of handling angry young students, in short it would be an invitation to push me out of my hard fought for position simply to further their own ambitions.
Finally, choosing my words carefully, I kept my voice as strong as possible and with more confidence that I actually felt right then and trying to diffuse the palpable aura of tension surrounding us I replied to Jason.
‘You are overwrought Jason, you are letting your anger get the best of you, saying those things to me, about me, you know full well they were cruel and disgusting words’.
‘You used them thinking they would frighten me, well you were mistaken young man , believe me, I’ve heard it all before and really I should be taking the matter a whole lot further, but I really do understand your anger at being excluded from school Jason but it had to be done, really, exclusion is used as a way of helping you, a severe reprimand. I believe you will come to terms with this and eventually return to school a better and more considerate student’.
Right then I actually hoped I never saw this horrible young tearaway ever again but, keeping to my prepared text I then summarised.
‘I want you to go home now Jason, go home and explain the situation to your parents, at the moment no one else need know about your disgusting tirade toward me and if you see the error of your ways It can remain our secret when you eventually return to school’
If I thought I had got through to Jason, then my confidence was soon to ebb away as Jason stared back at me spitefully, his eyes so obviously burning into my large heavy Breasts and nodding his head with a surly smile spreading across his young face, Jason made no attempt to hide his so obvious voracious staring at my breasts and replied.
‘Yeh, lets make it our little secret, just between you and me, after all, we don’t want any busybodies interfering in our fun and games Mrs. Andrews do we?’
With that Jason Roberts had turned on his heels and left my office, leaving me frustrated at my own stupidity and inability to demonstrate any real authority over Jason.
Had I though, along with my feelings of revulsion and disgust feel illicitly proud of my large yet still firm 38 inch breasts whilst the boy had stared in frank admiration as he studied my body?
IF so I swatted to appalling idea from my mind as I would an annoying fly, little realising at that moment my well ordered life was about to be turned upside down and that this boy was to be the catalyst.
Shortly after the boy’s departure my secretary Janice came into the office.
‘Is everything okay Mrs. Andrews? I heard that boy shouting in here, should I have called Mr. Palmer?
‘No, no Janice, its all sorted now, Jason was angry at his exclusion that’s all, he calmed down after I explained the situation to him, now he’s gone home to explain to his parents and face the music I assume.’
I could tell Janice was doubtful but, having realised I had already made the grave error of not having another responsible adult in the office whilst I interviewed the boy, the last thing I needed had been to be seen as a weak helpless woman by calling my deputy head to sort out the boy.
Much later though, I would rue my decision not to call in outside help to deal with Jason,
I was held back from doing so by my long held belief that all my students, no matter how ill-disciplined deserved a chance to redeem themselves, that these matters should be kept within the confines of the school and I naively believed Jason, despite his sick tirade, to be worthy at least of my best efforts, I would give him the chance to redeem himself, before that though I would have to talk with his parents, how though would I be able to repeat to them the tirade of disgusting threats Jason had so vehemently directly toward me?.
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After asking my secretary for the pupil file on Jason, I noted the boy at least appeared to be from a decent background.
An only child, his parents together ran some boarding stables on the edge of town, complete with its own equestrian clothing and tack shop.
Surely, given this background, Jason’s parents must be entirely unaware of their son’s activities, his anger and choice of language when angry, surely that must be aware of the boy’s problems, given that the file noted that three letters had been sent to them regarding the boy’s truancy.
Eventually I decided I would ring Jason’s parents the following morning, right then was not the time, I would let Jason go home and think about his misdeed and hopefully explain his misdeeds to his parents in lieu of the letter he had so callously torn to shreds.
Not only that, I myself needed time to calm down, to consider how I would approach the subject with Mr. and Mrs. Roberts, how would I raise the matter of Jason’s appalling language and explicit threats of sexual violence toward me?.
Never before in all my years of teaching had I experienced such an dreadful tirade at the very least I required a full apology from the boy before I would even consider to lift his exclusion order, if Jason’s parents were as decent as the pupil file painted them to be they would be horrified to hear of his disgusting behaviour toward me.
I looked down at the photo of my husband and two children upon the desk , Ben aged thirteen and Sandra, at fifteen years old the apple of her fathers eye, both of my children were students at another school thank goodness, one nearer home, nearer their father who, for the past five years had been confined to the role of house husband after loosing the use of one arm and one leg in a car accident, leaving myself, Susan Andrews, now at thirty eight years old, to pursue my teaching career to the extent that two years ago I had been given the ultimate accolade, that of Headship of Bartholomew’s School, presiding over the education and wellbeing of over a thousand students.
The photo was an old one, taken before my husband’s accident and as I looked with sadness at the complete man I knew before, the man I had last made love to a very long five years ago, since then I had been celibate, I had taken no lovers, even though I knew myself, at 5,9 inches and of slim build aside from my large breasts, to be still attractive to men, only my fingers in the privacy of my bath gave me the relief I occasionally needed.
Eventually I cleared my desk, time to go home, back to the sanity of my family.
But that night, lying there in my bed I had closed my eyes, waiting for my usual tiredness to swiftly send my into a deep sleep, but sleep didn’t come instead, in that strange period between wakefulness and sleep, I was , out of the blue, back in my office and an unheralded vision of Jason Roberts flashed before me…………
After locking this very office door, the menacing vision approached me whilst I sat rigid with horror and glued to my chair.
Suddenly Jason Roberts was standing over me; his hands reaching down; tearing aside my blouse and bra with strong young hands and then unzipped himself.
‘I’ve seen how you look at me Mrs. Andrews, you bitch, how you look at my crotch when you think I’m not looking, well here it is, this is what you wanted and this is what you are going to get!’
I sat, frozen in fear, unable to tear my eyes from the huge throbbing penis the boy produced from inside his pants whilst his other fingers were cruelly tweaking my exposed nipples.
That though was only the beginning, for then the boy was stripping me and pulling me from my office chair he tore away every last shred of my clothing until I lay sprawled naked at his feet.
Then he was grabbing a handful of my long raven coloured hair, forcing my head up toward his crotch, cruelly forcing my mouth to his penis, its slick purple coloured head seeping with his pre come.
Powerless to react to his brutish young strength I found my lips slipping over a huge throbbing penis that was much larger than my husband’s member, further and further Jason pushed his cock into my mouth, almost choking me as I gagged against the intrusion,
‘Take it you fucking bitch, take it all’ Snarled Jason until I was
Feeling Jason’s new found pubic hairs brushing against my nose
I lay there, no my office carpet, frozen in helpless fear as Jason then began pumping his penis back ad forth until eventually A torrent of young hot sperm suddenly gushed into my mouth and on down my throat whilst the Jason crushed my mouth and nose up against his pubic area, ensuring I swallowed every last drop of his hot and salty semen………………………………
Suddenly I sat bolt upright in my bed, frantically shaking my head to clear this vision of madness, had my abstinence from sex come to this, crazed visions of being abused by a young boy?. But why was I throbbing so, why, when my fingers went between my legs did I find such wetness there?
Eventually I fell into an uneasy slept and although the terrible vision did not return I did none the less feel a odd sense of foreboding when I woke the following morning, A foreboding that stayed with me throughout my morning shower and breakfast.
It was then with some relief that in my office after the morning staff meeting I quickly approached the issue of Jason Roberts parents, thinking a frank discussion with them would go a long way toward laying to rest my ridiculous probably totally unfounded fears about their son Jason,
I was after all head of a very large school, strong willed career woman well versed in the antics of her students, a powerful woman used to riding roughshod over the arguments of staff and pupils alike, so why on earth should I allow an probably pre pubescent nuisance like Jason Roberts to spook me that way?.
Certainly my conversation with Jason’s parents went well enough, although they knew he had for some reason been excluded from school as for the reason they were, the told me, absolutely mystified and therefore were very pleased to get my call.
Of course a meeting was absolutely essential they told me, the sooner the better, the only problem I was the Tack and Clothing shop was experiencing a busy period and that unless I could make it out to them , they could not get to my office until later that evening.
Well, the thought of getting out of the office for an afternoon was very appealing to me, and as yet another late night at the school didn’t appeal to me one little bit I agreed I would visit Mr. and Mrs. Roberts around three that afternoon, from there I thought I could drive straight to my house and get home early for a change.
‘But it would be best if the meeting were between me, your wife and yourself, then you can discuss the matter with Jason later on’ I told Mr. Roberts.
This agreed I spent the rest of my morning and lunchtime in a far more relaxed state of mind, as far as I was concerned Mr. and Mrs. Roberts could take care of their son Jason, they were welcome to him!
So around 2.30 that afternoon , armed with a copy of the letter Jason had torn up, and after punching the address of the Roberts’s business into the SatNav I drove out to the edge of town, with my mood far more peaceful than of late I enjoyed the slow steady drive, the afternoon summer sunshine doing wonders for me as I went over again in my mind how I would approach the tricky subject of Jason Roberts with his parents.
My first sight when entering the double gates leading to a barn and stables was of the stone built clothing and tack shop and after Parking in one of the spaces provided I hauled myself and my briefcase from the car before taking a deep breath a walking into the shop.
Taking time from attending to a couple of customers a very tall angular woman with long blonde hair greeted me; her long almost horsy face broke into a friendly smile as she extended her long slim hand toward me.
‘You must be Mrs. Andrews, I’m Anne Roberts, but please call me Annie and it’s really good of you to come all the way out here’
Her friendly smile and warm handshake served to immediately put me at ease with her.
‘No problem at all err Annie, and please, it’s Susan’ I replied.
Once again the warm smile, then Annie told me.
‘Look Susan, as you can see I’m a little busy here, would you mind awfully popping over to the barn across the road there, Stefan my husband is just finishing a small job over there, he’s dying to meet you of course…. to sort out our little err problem, I’ll be over there just as soon as I can shut up shop here’
From the shop window I could see the Barn opposite and its open double doors, If Annie’s husband Stefan turned out to be as charming as his wife then my day would easier and easier. So after thanking Annie I wondered across to the Barn opposite. Once inside I peered into the rather dim interior.
‘Hello’ I called
‘Ah, Mrs. Andrews I presume’ came a strong deep voice from within the depths of the wooden Barn soon to be followed by Stefan Andrews himself.
‘Hi, yes but please, call me Susan’ I replied.
As a strong warm handshake allied to a sparkling grin welcomed me my initial appraisal was that Stefan Roberts was even more striking and charming than his wife.
Slim and good six feet tall, a neat grey beard served only to enhance Stefan’s craggy handsome face as he smiled down at me, seemingly dwarfing my own 5 feet nine inch frame.
‘Good to meet you Susan, I’m Mr. Roberts, let’s chat in here shall we Susan’
Looking around the Barn I thought it a good a place as any to talk, more so when I was invited to sit upon a soft inviting bale of straw.
Oddly Stefan Roberts had not invited me to use his own Christian name but was happy to use my own when addressing me; I thought no more about it, only later would I discover the reason for this formality.
‘So then Susan’ began Stefan Roberts, himself remaining standing a few feet away from me.
‘Jason had told My wife and I that he has been excluded from school, what we need now is your side of the story so perhaps you would be kind enough to enlighten me’
Although the smile remained his asking for ‘my side of the story’ worried me a little, after all I was here to explain the reasons behind a joint decision made by senior school staff not to counter any claims made by their son.
‘Well Mr. Roberts, I’m sure you are aware of the letters sent to you regarding Jason’s regular truancy from our school, that of course is one reason for his exclusion, another is Jason’s continuing disregard for the authority of my staff and myself and the habitual use of some appalling language toward us.
Stefan Roberts nodded his head.
‘I see what you mean Susan, why though did you not send a letter home with Jason yesterday?’
‘I did Mr. Roberts, unfortunately Jason decided to tear it up and throw it over my desk’ I replied, then after a little hesitation continued.
‘After which I’m afraid Jason directed a foul mouthed tirade at me………..To the extent that, well Mr. Roberts, Jason issued a stream of threats of violence toward me…some of them, well , I’d best tell you that some of them were of a very personal nature’
Had I gone too far? Stefan Roberts grin had faded, to be replaced by a steely stare from his piercing blue eyes.
‘Personal in what way may I ask, Susan?
Oh God, how could I repeat those words to this man, the boy’s father?
‘I, well, you should understand this is very embarrassing for me Mr. Roberts I lamely replied.
And you must understand that excluding my son from your school is very serious and embarrassing for us Susan, by the way, who else was in your office at the time?
There it was the question I had hoped would never be asked.
My drawn out hesitation told the Man all he needed to know
‘So its your word against Jason’s, now, for your own sake I think you had best tell me exactly what Jason said to you Susan.’
This was not at all how I had envisaged things; Stefan Roberts was beginning to intimidate me with his questions, pushing me into place I didn’t want to go, but he was quite right of course, it was a very serious matter so taking a deep breath I told him, my voice soft and hesitant, almost whispering
‘I’m afraid we were alone at the time, Jason made lewd comments about the size of, of my Breasts Mr. Andrews then he told me he……..he and many others at the school would like to, to have me……………worse still Jason then made threats toward me of shall we say, a sexual nature which I’d rather not go into ‘
What was I saying? Surely there was no need for me to explain these things to this man in such lurid detail!
‘If there was more Susan you should tell me. I need to know it all if we are to deal with the boy to our satisfaction, you say Jason made threats of a sexual nature toward you but it seems you are not prepared to expand upon those claims ’
It seemed though that Stefan Roberts was determined to force from me every disgusting detail of his son’s tirade and by now I was looking anywhere but at him but telling myself I must be strong ,I looked up at Jason’s father with angry eyes and told him.
‘Look, I really should have called in the Police or at least my assistant head you know, but I was prepared to give Jason the opportunity for his parents to help him, I’m afraid much of that young man’s tirade was just far too disgusting and personal for me to repeat to you Mr. Roberts, you will have to ask your son If you want every last vile detail, I came here only to explain to you the reasons behind his exclusion.’
‘Yes, so you did ,and believe me my wife and I are both very grateful, but our problem now is that your story is very much at odds with that of Jason himself’!
This really was too much!
Angrily I stood upright and folded my arms across my chest, bristling with indignation and anger.
‘Look Mr. Roberts, I was led to believe from our telephone conversation that your were unaware to the details behind your son’s exclusion, that was the whole point of my coming out here to see you, if you are now telling me Jason has already given you some other story there seems no point in going over it all again, we can discuss various methods of rehabilitating the boy into school life after a suitable period of exclusion.
But before that can happen, you, your wife and Jason need to come to terms with his misdeeds and then make an appointment to see me in my office. Please make the appointment with my secretary, I shall of course ensure another staff member is present during our meeting.’
With that I picked up my case preparing to say my goodbyes but before I could do so Stefan Roberts reply was to shake me rigid.
‘Jason spoke to us after you had rang Susan, and what he told us made it all the more imperative you visit us today so we can rectify any misunderstanding between the two of you.’.
‘ You see Jason tells us the reason for his exclusion is you taking revenge upon him after he spurned your advances toward him, he say’s you were intentionally engineering false situations that enabled you to interview the boy, alone in your office and that in your office you repeatedly bared your breasts before him, asking him to fondle them and suck your nipples, also Mrs. Andrews, Jason say’s you touched his crotch and you begged him to allow you to suck his cock, the cock of a fifteen year old student Susan!’
I was speechless; Stefan Roberts’ words had struck me like a dagger through the heart, bringing home to me my foolish stupidly at not having another member of staff present in my office during our meeting, I wished that Annie Roberts would make an appearance, surely she could make this man see sense, but she did not and my face reddened in anger and no little humiliation as he continued.
‘So Susan we have conflicting stories and as Jason’s parents we feel obliged to take our son’s account at face value, therefore I believe the best course of action would be for you to apologize to Jason, my wife and myself…..and of course reinstate the boy without delay otherwise we will have no option but to take steps to ensure you do so!’
This was total madness of course and I told him so, telling him the boy had told his parents a tissue of lies, that not one word of it was true, it was up to both him and his wife to speak again with the boy and drag the truth from him, that only then would I be prepared to see them again.
‘Okay then Susan, it would appear we have reached an impasse, I’m sad you have rejected the olive branch I held before you and I’m afraid you are leaving me with no other option but to construct a scenario which will leave you no alternative but to comply with my wishes’
My initial evaluation of Stefan Roberts had of course long since changed but now I began to wonder if the man was not somehow deranged, if the circumstances had been different I would have considered calling upon social services to interview the family, as it was though that would only open a can of worms as to my suspect handling of the affair. Instead I smiled wanly at him and began walking toward the entrance of the Barn.
‘Goodbye for now Mr. Roberts, please call me when you have come to your senses’
It was at that moment Annie Roberts finally made an appearance, walking into the Barn, her arms full of horsy things, a saddle riding hat and what I assumed to be a harness, all matched the riding out fit she wore, cream coloured riding slacks, brown leather riding boots and matching Jacket
‘Not going already I hope Susan’ she began when seeing me walking toward her.
‘I was rather hoping we may take a ride together, I do hope my husband hasn’t upset you in any way, he can be rather abrupt at times Susan’
It seemed this family swung from one extreme to the other, better though, I thought, to continue with my plan to leave so, stopping before Annie Roberts, I told her.
‘I’m sorry Mrs. Roberts but I’m afraid your husband and I are getting nowhere, I suggested to him that you both may with to talk to Jason again before we speak again, so it would be better all round if I leave you in peace for now’
Whilst I was speaking Annie Roberts had placed the collection of horse tack beside her feet and only what appeared to be a leather saddle belt remained in her hands.
‘I think not Susan’ she told me.
Bemused by her words perhaps I was too slow, probably though it was because I would never in a thousand years have expected such a thing to happen to me.
But when Annie Roberts slipped the leather strap over my head and shoulders, then brought it down over my arms and pulled it tightly, trapping my arms below my breasts, I stood there, frozen to spot and speechless as the taller woman fastened the buckle as far as it would go around by body.
Only then did I regain the use of my senses, instinctively struggling to free my arms, trapped at the elbows against my body whilst looking up into Annie Roberts smiling face and exclaiming.
‘What on earth are you doing, why have you done this to me! Please; take this thing of me this minute before I scream the place down, you cannot just……….’
My tirade though was cut short when a red rubber ball was pushed into mouth from behind me and two leather straps were harshly pulled then fastened, obviously by Stefan Roberts against the back of my neck.
By now of course fear and panic were my foremost emotions as I continued my futile struggle against the constricting leather strap and ball gag and I could do nothing, save for making guttural pleadings into the gag, but look on in alarm and sense the first stirrings of humiliation when Annie secured a wide studded black leather collar around my neck before knotting a long length of white corded rope to a chrome ring set into the front of the collar.
‘That’s much better Susan’ said Annie. One of her long soft hands was now caressing my cheek.
‘I heard everything via an intercom in the shop; it seems to me that you have been a very naughty girl Susan, first trying it on with our Jason and now showing such disrespect to Mr. Roberts here, oh my, what are we to do with you Susan?’
This rhetorical question went unanswered of course but by then I was struggling in alarm to move away from Annie, only to be held in position by Stefan’s firm grip upon my shoulders whilst Annie’s other hand slowly unbuttoned the white blouse I wore, stopping only when her fingers reached the leather strap securing me before pulling the Satin material aside to reveal my white lacy bra beneath.
To my undying shame Annie’s hand then delved into my size 36 D Bra and I stiffened in dread at her horrific intimate exploration of my body then, to my utter and complete horror, Annie’s fingers pulled my bra cup away, forcing the lacy material underneath one large Breast and so exposing its nipple.
‘So, Jason was telling us the truth when he said Susan had big breasts and very large nipples Stefan’
Squirming under the woman’s inspection but unable to move away I could only look down in horror as Annie’s fingers first toyed with and bought my nipple to a shameful and unwanted hardness.
‘Yes, they look magnificent Annie’ replied Stefan, ‘It Looks as though we have found ourselves a suitable replacement so why don’t you take Susan down to the play room and prepare her whilst I lock up, Annie, its just gone 4 now so we’ve plenty of time to show Susan here the error of her ways, I’ll join you directly’
Replacement?, Bewildered by his remarks, in anger and despair I watched Stefan Roberts confidently walking away, carrying with him my briefcase, containing my car keys, cell phone, purse and of course my files on their son.
The confiscation of my briefcase was as if a security blanket had been taken from me, I now felt even more alone and desolate, fearful of what this so obviously deranged couple were planning to do with me.
My sense of foreboding earlier in the morning had not been misplaced and No amount of teaching and managerial experience could have ever prepared me for this situation, in short I had never before felt such terror as I did then.
I was very, very frightened and the crazy, yet very real possibly this terrible situation had been deliberately contrived before my arrival had began to dawn on me and that perhaps Jason Roberts was aware of ,and even a party his parents entrapping me in this barn.
After watching the Barn door close I turned my frightened eyes up toward those of my other captor, Annie Roberts, making guttural pleading noises through the uncomfortable ball gag for her to think again about what they had done to me and what they were planning to do to me.
But if I thought I would to find some solace in Annie Roberts’s eyes I was to be very mistaken, for the taller woman simply tugged upon the rope leash attached to my collar.
‘Come along then Susan I’m sure you can’t wait to discover what we do with naughty girls such as you! ‘
And so, bound, gagged and collared, with one large Breast hanging free of my Bra, I was forced to follow her toward the other end of the large wooden barn.
End of Part One
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